Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Optical Rage ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

After this chapter, it may or may not be a bit before I post another. My work schedule is all gross, so I will try to find time! I will do my best for you guys :D

As he drove in harder, his pace began to quicken as he continued to rape the blue haired girl. Even though she had passed out moments ago, he still couldn't believe how aroused she made him. She was just another human, but something about her made him feel different. Ever since he bought her when they were both young, he had a fancy for her, but hadn't the time to even think about it. She had a wild spirit that he had never encountered in a human before which is why he had kept her around for so long; it drew him in. Even just moments ago when he was toying with her and talking about how he had just killed off the other woman, she talked back to him. No slave had ever done that before. They always told him what he wanted to hear, but here she was, telling the Prince of all Saiyans that she wasn't sorry. It sparked up a hunger inside of him that he had never felt before. He wanted her to be sorry. He wanted her to bow down to him. He wanted her to truly be his.

Ever since the welcoming of the troops, Vegeta couldn't get his mind off of the woman. He had never seen her dressed up before. The only time he had ever seen her was when she was wearing her all black attire, which wasn't even form fitting. When he saw her in the dress at the party, he couldn't believe how much she had changed. He hadn't known of her curves, her long legs, or her light skin. The last time he actually remembered looking at her was in her early, awkward teenage stage filled with a weird proportion and acne; he had completely missed her beautiful transformation. He also missed how fiery she had become.

In her early years with him, she tried multiple times to escape, but her plans were always foiled. He'd punish her by severe beatings which progressed to torture. Each time she tried to escape, he'd up the punishment. After a while, she stopped trying to escape. He thought he had finally broken her, making her devout to him. Since then, he hadn't paid much attention to her since she was no longer interesting; he thought he had won.

In that time of not paying attention, though, she seemed to have gained her fire back. When she was drunk and punching his previous sex toy in the face resulting in her bleeding, he saw something in her eyes; he liked it. The way she sadistically looked at her target with a manic smile laced across her face sparked up a craving inside of him. That's when he knew that he was going to take her to bed and that's when he ended the life of his previous woman. As soon as the party was over, he took her to his room and killed her.

He had become disappointed when Kakarot had shown up at his room, stating that the girl wasn't feeling well, due to being hung over, and was in no condition to even leave her bathroom. It made his hunger grow even stronger for her. He thought he'd get to play with her that day, but since he couldn't, all he could do was think about her. During his entire day of training and meeting with his father, he thought out how he was going to take her. Those eyes, he wanted her to look at him with the same sadistic eyes.

His pace became rapid as he stared at the unconscious girl underneath him. It was a shame that she had passed out so soon, but most women did when they first laid with him. What kept his erection going was the thought of her ravaging him. She was the first female of any species to challenge him and that was enough to keep him going until he finally reached orgasm.

Letting out a raspy sigh, he exited her before rolling off of the bed and walking to his bathroom. It was still early in the morning and he had things he needed to do. As much as he'd like to stay in bed with her all day and have fun, he had a planet to run. Turning on the shower, he didn't bother to wait for it to warm up and just jumped in.

The cold temperature didn't bother him at all. In the very early stages of his life, he was trained to be immune to such petty things. Saiyan boys and girl were raised strong, unlike the humans and other species he had ruled over, which is why it was so easy to take over the many planets that he had. In most cultures, it seemed they always left women and children untrained; that didn't go too well on his planet. He refused to lead a pack of weaklings.

As the water poured down onto his built physique, he began to wash his body from his previous activities. Sure he was a strong Saiyan, but he was very particular about being a clean Saiyan. He was the Prince, not a filthy commoner.

When he felt that he was clean, he turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower to find his blue spandex and armor hanging up on the opposite side. Grabbing a towel to dry off real quick, he put his clothing on and headed back out into his room. As he stood there, he looked over to the girl who was still bound to his bed. Covered in red and purple bruises, Vegeta couldn't help but be proud of his work. It was a shame that he possibly damaged her perfect skin, but if that meant she'd wear scars from him, he didn't care.

Grabbing the key from inside the small table next to the bed, he undid one of her cuffs, leaving the other one on, and reattached it to his bedpost. She knew the combination to get out of his room, so there was no way he was going to let her walk around freely. He wanted her to stay in his room. Plus, he was still punishing her, so it wouldn't kill her to be tied up all day.

As he typed in his code to leave the room, he walked down the short hallway, entering another code to leave that as well. He didn't like all of the codes he had to type in, he was the Prince, everything should just automatically open for him, but he knew there were other things he had to worry about instead of doors and codes. When he made his way out of the last door, he saw Kakarot standing across the hall.

"Ah, glad you're here." Vegeta spoke as he made his way to him. "You'll no longer have to wait, the woman will be staying in my room from now on." A sadistic smirk grew promptly on the prince's face as he walked by the other spiky haired Saiyan, not acknowledging him anymore than he needed.

What, he's keeping her in there?!

Goku's mind began to race as he had to keep in his emotions. Bulma was his, he had already claimed her. He didn't know what to do. There was no way he could just go up to Vegeta and tell him that he was taking Bulma out of his care hand flying off with her somewhere else. He was conflicted. If she was in Vegeta's care, he knew there was no way she would survive. He knew Vegeta was a cruel individual who got bored very easily. Unless Bulma captured dark Saiyan's interest like she had done to himself, there was little chance she'd make it passed a few days. He became worried.

When Vegeta was out of sight, all Goku could do was look at the door that separated the two of them. He knew something was going on when she heard her screams inside of the room, but he also knew he was not able to go in and do anything about it. As much as he wanted to burst through the doors and save her, he knew that that would be a death sentence to them both. Right now, she was alive. The moment he thought Vegeta would off her, he'd intervene.

He could only imagine how his lady appeared inside of Vegeta's quarters. He knew she was still alive since Vegeta had told him she was now staying in his room, but the the thought of her condition in there worried him. He knew she was strong, but he also knew that Vegeta was not gentle. He had finally made it with her, and now all hell was breaking loose. His anger began to rise, but he had to calm himself down. Tearing his eyes off of the door, he knew he had to act like nothing was wrong, though he wasn't sure how long he could take it.

He remembered when he first met Bulma, which was in his later teens while she was in her early teens. It was the day Vegeta had assigned him to her to make sure she didn't try to escape anymore. He had only ever heard about her trying to get away, but he had never seen her. She had cuts and bruises going down her arms as she sat quietly at a table. Everything except her eyes screamed defeat. He honestly wasn't sure how she was able to sit up straight in the condition that she was in.

When he made his way to her, she only moved her eyes, following him until he had stopped next to her. The amount of anger in her piercing blue eyes was incredible, he could feel it radiate onto him. She didn't speak to him nor did he speak to her, they just looked at each other.

The quiet stares went on for months until she had finally cracked and spoke to him. She started off by making fun of his name; Kakarot. He quickly correcter her, saying that only Vegeta could call him by that name. For the first time, he saw her crack a smile and state that he was Vegeta's bitch. Goku quickly retorted, saying that she was also Vegeta's bitch. And that was the common ground. They were both ruled over by the Saiyan Prince.

From the day she broke her silence towards him, their relationship slowly started to build. He never knew that he'd grow so fond of the tiny human, but he did. She peaked his interest from her weird mannerisms to the sarcastic things she's say. It amazed him how comfortable Bulma got around him. She was always daring, pushing the boundaries and testing the limits. It was always funny when she would retract a comment, thinking that she had offended him in some way. He knew she was still wary of him, which bothered him a tad. He had never harmed her, nor did he have plans to do so. The night they had slept together was the first time he saw that she completely trusted him. Now, he was in a tight spot. He didn't want to break that trust, but at the same time, he didn't want to disobey Vegeta and get them both killed. He'd wait for the right time.

As he made his way to the lunch room, he couldn't help but feel lonely. He had spent years in this lunch room with her every morning, and for the first time, he was alone. It was a routine to take her to Vegeta's room, wait for her, and then come to the room. He never came here without her, he didn't even go yesterday, but he had to make it appear that nothing was wrong. He had to act normal even though there was a rage filling up inside of him. He knew he'd have to let her suffer for a bit before he could devise a plan, but not matter what, he was going to get her out of here. It was just a matter of when.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I just thought I'd throw out a bit from both of their sides real quick before I venture on to the next chapter. Still searching for a Beta Reader. Please PM if interested! :D